This song bird will no longer sing.
No more joy will it ever bring.
With this winter frost, lingering dread.
All the joy seems dead.
The song bird will shed one tear.
The bad news it will hear.
It's home is gone from the snow of heart break.
Death of her mate. Depressed, she stands by the lake.
Crying of the past,
Knowing nothing ever lasts.
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